SIDELINE THE CONSTABULARY
(Bear Mountain Bridge)
Now I get nothing. There's no back nor front. Sitting in
daylight at a long, green table, looking ahead to the fronted
mountain before me. Rockslide, climber-paths, Appalachian
Trail. Why would I do it, how should I fail?
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When death enters in, there's always an investigation.
How high was the marker along the way; who put
it here, how secure was it? I have these thoughts,
now. I get nothing; no back, no front.
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The small car, from up here, looked like a half-sized
something. One policeman exited - something caught
my eye. He was wearing a yellow slicker, with
no rain in sight.
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